~Annie~
I was always five weeks pregnant. Five weeks of trying to adjust to a life I never planned, a life that I never wanted. But here I was, sitting in the massive living room of a house I couldn't quite call mine, munching on the junk food Henry, the father of my chike, had bought for me. A bag of chips, a few candy bars, some chocolate and all of the things I didn't normally indulge in but felt like my only comfort now.
At twenty one, this wasn't how I envisioned my life turning out, pregnant, living under the roof of a billionaire, with his wife just one floor above me. But Henry wasn't my husband, and he wasn't going to be, at least not in the traditional sense. We had no vows, no promises. He was just a man who was trapped in the mess I was.
The faint click of heels on the marbl
